the hope of christmas would not be sting ired >> astood in the cold connecticut air, touched with the souls of the sweet infants inurned -- understood the christ child. they're so young, who will great them at the door? we said our goodbyes and i prayed for the spirit of olivia engel, who was to be an angel in the christmas pageant. on that day i prayed that the families, if they were believers, would draw on that faith, too. and then it came to me. i wanted a hug and reawe sure them that the strongest, most nurturing garden of fallen angels i know, my open lost father, would be standing among those at the gates of heaven to 0 lovingly take the children by the hand to introduce them to their new friend forever, the christ child named jesus, born in a little town called bethlehem >> as we left newtown were we more hopeful when we arrived. we passed a shrine for the children, and as the sky turn from red to blue, the radio playedded ang yells on high. on christmas day, the carolina will be sung >> we wish you a blessed, joyful and hopeful christmas. cooking a christmas morning casserole